Aeryn
Nightsong

Age: 34 (assumed)
Nameday: 2nd Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon
Hair Color: Blue/White
Eye Color: Blue; Orange ring around right iris
Skin Color: White w/ Dark blue scales
Race/Tribe: Au'Ra/Xaela
Nationality: Azim Steppe
Height: 5' 1"
Weight: 121 ponze
Noted Skills/Abilites: A born and bred hunter, she is swift on her feet, silent as the night, and deadly from a distance with her bow. In contrast, she has made her fair share of gil, front and center, performing when not taking contracts.

Story (so far)

Aeryn was born in the Azim Steppe to a pretty standard Xaelan tribe and lived a pretty standard Xaelan life. Her mother was a hunter and her father was a carpenter. There was nothing inherently special about them, and they rather liked it that way. One day, while on a hunt in her ill mother's place, Aeryn heard a crackle, a pop, then felt a great burn of pain before blacking out.She woke in the care of a Hyur woman deep in Yanxia named Nalia. For weeks, she stayed under Nalia's roof, recovering her strength. She ached to return home, but every day, it grew increasingly harder to leave. Nalia didn't want her to go, either, often begging her to take a little more time to rest. The two had grown to care deeply for each other in such a short time. But Aeryn's sense of honor pulled too hard, and she set back to the Azim Steppe to find...nothing.Where her home once was, ancient boulders stood. She looked across the land confused, reflecting on the scenery exactly as she recalled when stepping out of her home. But where her home would have been, large stone pillar jutted from the earth. Head down, she returned to Nalia.When she arrived Nalia's estate, she was laid across her couch, dagger in one hand, her other hovered limply over a pool of blood, fallen from a large slit on her wrist. A letter lay on Nalia's chest that read:
"I'm sorry, Aeryn. I'm sorry I lied to you. I'm sorry you had to find out this way. The truth is, I loved you and couldn't stand to see you hurt anymore. I couldn't take seeing what they did to you; how they used you. I'm sorry I chose this ending. You deserve better. Love always, Nalia."
As Aeryn looks up, tears welling in her eyes, she sees a painting of the Azim Steppe; the exact image she remembers when walking out her home.Years have passed, and Aeryn still has no idea who she was before waking in that bed in Yanxia. She knows only her skill with a bow, her craft in woodworking, and a memory that isn't hers. She's traveled with and taken jobs from pirates, vagabonds, thieves, and guilds to hopefully find someone who recognizes her, so that she may learn more about herself. Recently, while on a job, she met with a group who call themselves the Broken Angels, who've invited her to join their ranks. While hesitant, maybe this is just the group of underground dealers that could lead her to an answer.

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Personality: Quiet, tending towards listening more than talking. While not shy, she can appear standoffish at first, only opening up to those that earn her trust...unless a drink is involved.
Sexual Orientation: Lesbian
Hobbies: A good song and a stiff drink. She takes her bow and instrument craft personally, only using those crafted by her hands.

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Noted Issues: Aeryn's memory of her past and the reality she has discovered do not align. As such, her sense of trust is highly imbalanced, often landing her in difficult situations. At any moment, any one thing could spark a trigger, causing her to either shut down completely or lash out with deathly intent.

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